Romans & histoires Alora Luna Heartsong Werewolf Novel

Lyra whispered a single name. "Dreadfang." The monster's gaze immediately locked onto her. Recognition. Hatred. The creature remembered. After centuries. It remembered. Dreadfang roared. The entire corridor shattered. The force alone nearly knocked Althea off her feet. Lucien moved instantly. He shifted completely. His massive black wolf exploded into existence. The Alpha launched himself forward. Faster than lightning. His jaws locked onto the creature's throat. For a brief moment hope appeared. Then Dreadfang slammed him into the floor.

After that her lips smiled sharply displaying her canine teeth. She was not satisfied, so her fingers tore through the Luna's stomach until she reached Luna Cery's wolf heart. "Yesterday you took my mommy's heart. Now I offer your heart to your pack, Luna Cery!" And so with a laugh the alpha female threw Luna Cery's heart at the stigma pack. As the heart was in the air several hungry wolves immediately scrambled to get the heart of the pack lord's wife. Seeing them fighting each other, the alpha female's laughter sounded even more terrifying. While Rhena cried in anguish, the two heads of those closest to her flew away so easily.

“We've been working together on a few projects. I mean, he should be here, trying for the baby just as the both of you agreed. At least before the adoption.” That was the one thing about Alara that made me feel like I had her in my palm. She had been the Luna for years, but she didn't have a child yet. That was the main reason why the pack wanted me to become the Luna. I was supposed to be the one bearing the heir for the pack. But of course, Ryder didn't even want to have anything to do with me. He would rather adopt a pup than make me a surrogate.

“Five years ago, Alba Monroe was rejected by the Nightfang Alpha in front of her entire pack. She was called wolfless. She was called trash. She was left in the rain.” Murmurs. Kieran looked down. “Last night, on Blood Moon, her wolf awakened,” Ares continued. “She is not wolfless. She is a Thorn Wolf. One of the rarest in our history. And she is under my protection.” He paused. Looked at me. “And she is my mate.” The room exploded. Reporters shouting. Alphas standing. Ares raised his hand. Silence. “The contract between us was temporary. Political. It’s over.” He held up the shredded pieces. “As of this morning, Alba Blackwood is my Luna. Not by contract. By choice. By the moon.”

The Alpha had to listen to the majority of his council and elders, and Richard and Olivia had the most support from them. “I have a story,” I said to Diana and Devon with love as I caressed the sides of their faces to ease their worry. ‘I have a story about a beautiful young female shifter who was born without a wolf. And a shifter without a wolf… people call them wolfless.” I explained slowly. “So this girl, she was destined for a greater calling. She was loved by the Alpha with all his heart, for she was his mate. She was destined to become the Luna after the Moon Goddess bound them to be together forever.”

Every time an alpha found his mate the God of werewolves would come to this cave to complete the last ritual. It was said that the God was hard to please. So luna had to put in more efforts in pleasing him than she could ever imagine in her wildest dreams. She could not hear anything except the ragged breathing of people who were in the cave doing the last minute final touches of the preparation. She felt a caress of hand on her face as somebody got close to her. Vishous's beautiful scent engulfed her almost immediately. She tried to even out her breathing. To say she was scared would be an understatement. The only thing that she knew about this ritual was that the God were terrifying. And s

The cold silence that filled the whole place after Luna Jenna ordered that elora’s biggest and favorite wolf should be executed was solely because Elora had done something no one expected she was capable of. She ripped out the hearts of the men who flogged her mercilessly and viciously ripped off the head of the man who was to behead her wolf. Luna Jenna was shaking all over as the blood of the man who was to behead Greskin was all over her and that was because that man was standing in front of her, but when Elora heard that Greskin was to be beheaded, suddenly rage and desperation filled her.

His breathing which had turned uneven was noticed by all the werewolves in class. The Geography teacher who had watched the young Alpha's reaction, looked towards the lady he had fun teasing earlier. Humans were fun to tease and he especially liked seeing the embarrassing look on them when he stares openly at them. So she is our Luna?!

I yanked my hand away and stumbled backward. “You are mistaken. I don't have a wolf, so I can't have a mate,” I said quickly. “That doesn't matter,” Ronan replied in frustration. “It does,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “You are an Alpha, a soon-to-be Alpha King, and I'm the girl everyone pities. How can I become your Luna and assist you in royal duties when I have no wolf?” I hastily walked away from him before he could reply because I knew I would completely break down if I stayed any longer.

"My heart is my death. A werewolf's life begins and ends in the same place, Rula." Rula looked into Rondolf's teary eyes. Very warm and full of charm. There are no men who have ever felt like this. Rondolf took hold of Rula's fingertips. "Come with me home. NorthWulf is your home." After a while, Rula grew tired of hearing that argument. "A little bit about me." She let Rondolf's hand go. "I am an orphan with normal parents." Rulla was confused. "How can I become Luna for a werewolf?"